Part 33 (2/2)
”Feel all right?” asked Jack.
”First rate.”
”All right, then,” said Jack. ”You and Harris change places.”
This was done. Then the German officer spoke.
”It's about time for me to take a hand,” he said.
”But your wound?” protested Jack.
”Well, it still pains some, to be sure. But the sooner we get to sh.o.r.e the sooner I will be able to have it looked after. It's better to row awhile than to remain idle.”
”Suit yourself,” said Jack. ”I am a bit tired. We'll change places.”
They did so and the little boat moved on in the darkness.
”Don't know where we are,” said Jack to Harris, ”but it seems to me we should raise land with the coming of daylight.”
”Well, I hope we do,” was Harris' reply. ”I'm getting awfully thirsty, but I hate to cut into that water supply.”
”There is a little more for us since we lost our other pa.s.sengers,”
said Jack. ”I'm thirsty myself. We may as well sample that water.”
He produced a jug and each took a cooling draught.
”Tastes pretty good,” said Harris, smacking his lips.
”You bet,” agreed Jack.
He made his way forward and gave Frank and the German officer a drink.
”Enough for a couple of more rounds,” he said, shaking the jug and listening to the splash of the water inside.
”Oh, I guess we've enough,” said Harris. ”However, it is well to use it sparingly.”
As it turned out they had an ample sufficiency; in fact, more than they needed.
With the coming of daylight, Frank, who had resumed his place at the helm a short time before, uttered an exclamation.
”s.h.i.+p!” he cried.
He pointed off to port.
The others glanced in the direction indicated and then raised a cheer.
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